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     Steel-toed boots really weren't all that bad, even after having them shoved into the backs of her knees. Hurt, it was inevitable-but it was easily something she could breathe through. The woman offered up false cries considering how vital it was to the situation-it had to feel real. That, and it provided an outlet for her; scream it out, rather than pound him out.

     If she had calculated things correctly, this little charade wouldn't have to last long. For the time being, however, she was pinned beneath a royally pissed drunk. He was easily twice as big as her; body mass large, with brawny arms spilling out of a cut-up denim jacket. He was tattooed, uninspiring so, and smelt of beer and weed. He wasn’t the sort of man just anyone picked a fight with, and if his looks weren’t enough to keep idiots out of his way, his short temper and perversity would have.

           It made him an excellent candidate.

      All it took was watching him down a few drinks before initiating contact. With a quick slip of the hand, she’d nicked his wallet. It was intended to be obvious, and while she headed out the door and into the streets-Lars had followed. It didn’t take much before their confrontation escalated into so much more. She was short with him, pressing buttons just enough to get violent.

                                “You think...you can steal…from me?!”

      He was slurring, furiously, through short breaths, all the while dominating her. Slender arms and legs shook beneath him, insinuating a struggle.

      “No bitch steals…from…Lars…and gets away with it!” As planned, the two had made quite a scene. She screamed and cried, which only seemed to have encouraged him.

     Sweaty hands moved over her, where one pressed against her collar, while the other slapped at her thigh, fingers slowly inching upward, reaching underneath her dress. His intentions drew out some of her pent up aggression, and she knocked him in the jaw with her elbow. That consummated a low growl, which then resulted in his burly fist clashing with her nose.  

      “You little bitch!” Lars had easily flipped her around, and shoved her against the bricks once more. She cringed at the contact, blood already dripping from her nose and lip. She had to remain calm, and in control. She knew that soon enough it would all be over, and she’d have exactly what she came here for.

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